Peter Murray came downstairs after washing up, his mind had cleared up quite a bit, remembering his earlier impulse and now vaguely chagrined.
He walked downstairs, Blanca Roach saw his face expression clearer, knew that he was sober, so he ordered the maid to carry Alice, who had fallen asleep next to him, to her room.
Peter Murray sat down, frowning and preoccupied.
Blanca Roach sighed and said, “Peter Murray, what’s wrong with you today?”
At that, Peter Murray opened his mouth, but did not know how to say, hesitated for a long time and said: “Blanca, I seem to have, done something wrong.”
“You did something wrong?” Blanca Roach was a little surprised, Peter Murray has always been sensible, not to mention doing the wrong thing, there are any wrong ideas, will immediately convince themselves.
Peter Murray nodded, a little difficult to say, will be his own and Elizabeth Harris that day at the launch site, succinctly said, roughly the two had a quarrel, and the middle of the matter, he did not say.
After saying that, Peter Murray deflated and hung his head, “After that, I couldn’t find her.”
Blanca Roach listened and exclaimed, “You guys are amazing, you’re so close to fighting.” She gave the couple a silent thumbs up in her mind.
At the end, Blanca Roach sighed, “It’s like that, of course she won’t let you find it, Peter Murray, with all due respect, Elizabeth Harris really likes you, if you like people too, make some action, this won’t work.”
“Like?” Peter Murray was slightly stunned, he had never thought about it seriously, he only knew that in his heart, Elizabeth Harris was his.
That word, once upon a time, would only have been embodied in Blanca Roach, but now he had to start thinking about his feelings, those damned possessiveness, and just where they came from.
After a long time, Peter Murray shook his head, “Blanca, you don’t understand.”
After he finished, a cold laugh came from Matthew Grant in his ear, he said: “Peter Murray, the reason you have become like this is your sanity, you think you can be sensible about everything, but the feelings are just contrary, if you still can’t figure it out, then why not give up and don’t go back to it. ”
Matthew Grant said loud and clear, every word gave Peter Murray a heavy blow, he froze in place, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, half a long time can not say a word.
Indeed, he is too sensible, treating everything the same, but meet Elizabeth Harris, as if everything has changed, that heart became impetuous.
Blanca Roach looked at Matthew Grant with some surprise, not expecting him to say this to Peter Murray.
The next moment, the wrist was clasped by Matthew Grant, “Honey, let’s go, let him think for himself.”
“But …”
Before the words were finished, Blanca Roach was taken away by Matthew Grant, and when she went upstairs, Blanca Roach wondered, “Honey, why don’t you let me enlighten him again?”
Matthew Grant raised his hand and squeezed Blanca Roach’s face, “My silly wife, don’t you understand Peter Murray’s character? He is like this, no one pushes him, he will never know what he wants, suppressing all his thoughts, can the desired feelings come on their own?”
Blanca Roach thought carefully about it and thought Matthew Grant had a point.
Matthew Grant added, “Besides, I don’t really want this big night when my wife is patiently enlightening other men.” His gaze sank slightly, and his tone was discontented.
At his words, Blanca Roach spat out her tongue and reached out to hug Matthew Grant, “Okay, it was an oversight on my part.”